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ireshrine - dismal infatuation كلمات الأغنية

beneath the surface of my p-ssion so vile
i force the living dead to drink of my bile
a bitter wine indeed with a putrid bouquet
a sickly sweet aroma laced with s-x and hate
a dire need i search for peace in this windowless
room i find my fear has sealed the door and my
anguish has made it my tomb
no i won’t i refuse to die here cold alone with a guilt
laden atmosphere ill tear at the wall till the light
appears ive abandoned all hope and yet i’m not pure
i have grown tired with my desires insipid
love is like pain it’s not offered it’s inflicted
by the hand that feeds you the sickness
i gouged out my third eye so how could i have predicted
that this pattern would never f-cking end
or that this dismal infatuation would become my
oldest friend
i lose myself so gracefully to the throes of ecstasy
one thing’s perplexing just who is sleeping next to me
in solitude i was seething now i’m deaf
from all the screaming i can’t stop the bleeding
somehow i’m still breathing
existing without a history
dying never having lived
once again i am brought to the altar
you could never heal my faith
once again i am brought to the altar
you could never feel my hate
once again i am brought to the altar
once again make me your martyr

- ireshrine

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